It seems so high school to make someone a mix CD these days. . . I felt kind of dorky making it and even dorkier actually giving it to the recipient. It was a graduation gift for someone I used to work with who went through a lot to get to this day, and I wanted to make him something in recognition of that. We used to talk about music, breaking up the monotony of spreadsheets and envelope stuffing with discussions of favorite bands. This would inevitably lead to talk of the mid to late 90s, when we were coming of age (whatever that means), so I tried to incorporate some of our shared favorites.
I'm shy by nature and it's hard to put myself out on a limb-- even to such a small degree as giving someone a CD. There's the risk that he wouldn't like some of the songs, which would lead him to think that I have bad taste in music, which would then mean that I'm not someone worth being friends with. When you type it all out, the train of thought looks ridiculous. I'm glad that I didn't chicken out today and not give him the mix, because my hope is that he'll understand the sentiment behind it. . . that I'm proud of him, that I admire his fortitude, and that I enjoyed his friendship.